I need to immortalize a really funny memory through another post so I would never forget.

We had a Downey reunion a couple days ago at BJ's in Cerritos. Almost everyone was there: Jackie, Annette, Jonathan, Steve, Linda, Thomas, Liz, Sandra, Lailah, John, Cindy. (DOWNEY! Oh yea!) Me, Steve and Jonathan were talking about our old band days in middle school, when we would wreak havoc and constantly agonize our band teacher, Miss Keen. And we all played saxophone. That was a freak year when almost everyone played saxophone, proudly overpowering every other instrument in the band. Fun times.

Anyways, we weren't all that good. We were okay, but not that great. Don't blame it on the saxophones. But there was this one time when we were rehearsing outside in the nice weather, practicing the score from Jurassic Park. The song from the scene when the main characters are driving through the island and encounter that giant brontosaurus. Well, our practice was so horrible that during the middle of the song, a bird that was flying in the air about fifty yards away suddenly stopped and fell straight to the ground right in front of us. Literally fell, bouncing once on the ground. It seems that the bird couldn't take much more of our horrible music so it decided to commit suicide. It's unfortunate how we sounded that bad.

Yea well, we laughed for a good ten minutes after that story. I miss band.